Chapter 3I Died on the Day He Watched Fireworks with His Female Secretary after Proposing to Me

When I woke up the next morning, the early sunlight fell on my face, causing me to feel a bit confused.

The doctor said the tumor might be pressing on my optic nerve, so it takes me a while to focus when I look at things now.

Lucas was leaning against the headboard reading a financial magazine.

In the past, when we lazed in bed together on weekends, I would cling to him like a koala, with at least one of my limbs on his body.

This was an unconscious reaction of my body.

Lucas looked down, "Awake?"

I smiled at him, "Good morning."

He glanced at my shoulder, with an indecipherable look, "You slept quite obediently last night."

I still smiled.

He suddenly frowned slightly, "What nonsense were you talking about in your dream just now?"

I touched my face, it was wet.

Did I cry?

Worried that he would delve deeper, I sat up halfway and looked at him seriously, "I dreamed that I went to Norway and saw snow and the Northern Lights."

"I really want to go."

"Can we?"

I looked at him pleadingly, with a hint of begging.

Lucas ignored me, "No time."

I opened my mouth, then slowly smiled, "Alright then."

Perhaps my reaction was too calm, he turned his head and looked at me for a while, then said indifferently, "How about next March? I can't make time this year."

I nodded.

We should still have time.